Page 64 of What About Now

I’m expecting her to lie on the bed, but instead, she sits on the edge. I can work with this. I drop to my knees before her and lift her left leg. I kiss the top of her foot and slowly trail kisses until I reach her mid-thigh. A quick glance and I see her staring down at me, with a heated gaze I’ve yet to see from her. Fueled by her reaction, I release the left leg and give the same attention to the right.

This time, when I reach her mid-thigh, I lift my head and place a kiss on her quivering belly. “You still with me, gorgeous?” I ask her.

She bobs her head.

“Do you want me to stop?”

This time, it’s a shake of her head to answer. I don’t push her for her words. Her chest rises rapidly with each breath, and I can smell her arousal. She’s in this. I’m in this with her, and I already know this is going to be one of those nights with her that I’ll never in my life forget.

Dipping my head, I kiss the wet spot on her panties. She gasps and lifts her hips as if silently asking for me. I grip the sides of her panties, and she lifts a little higher, giving me room to pull them off her hips and down her thighs. Once they’re off, I bring them to my face and inhale. Fuck me. I’ve never been this hard in my entire damn life.

“Did you just—” She stops because I’m already nodding.

“You’re damn right I did. Fucking perfect, Brogan.”

“Is… that a thing?” she questions.

I smile up at her. “It’s our thing.” Her shoulders relax at that. My hand moves to her pussy, and I lightly trace my thumb over her clit. “I know I promised every inch, and we’ll get there, but this… I need to taste you here first.”

“Oh, you um, you don’t have to do that.” She tries to shut her legs, but I’m between them, right where I belong.

“Is that a no?”

“It’s a you don’t have to,” she counters.

“Wife, do I have your permission to taste your pussy?”

“M—Maddox,” she purrs.

I trace my index finger through her wetness, coating myself in her arousal. “You can say no, Brogan.”

“I—I don’t want to say no.”

“Tell me.” This time I have to hear her say it. This is a boundary we’ve yet to cross.

“Do you like that?”

I smile. “Yeah, baby. I like that.”

“I’ve never—no one has ever—seen me there.”

“Your pussy is perfect. Is that what you’re worried about? Trust me, you’re beautiful everywhere. Every delectable inch of you.”

“I’m nervous,” she says, huffing out a nervous laugh.

“It’s just me, Brogan. I’m just a husband on his knees, ready to worship his wife.”

“Please,” she says, and there’s a note of pleading in her tone.

“If you say stop, we stop. Understand?” I wait for her to nod. “Good girl.” Her eyes darken with desire, and I grin inwardly. My wife might have a praise kink. Good news for her and me that I’m the man to give her all the praise she needs.

Lifting her legs and placing them over my shoulders, I get up close and personal with her. I peer up at her, and she’s watching me, chewing on her bottom lip. That’s the last thing I see before I gently trace my tongue over her clit. She moans, and the sound ignites a flame inside me.

I eat at her as if she’s my last meal, and ironically enough, I hope like hell that she is. I hope this is the last pussy I ever taste. I’m starved for her. When I slip one long digit inside her, shemakes a noise I’ve never heard from her, lifts her hips from the bed, seeking more of what I’m giving her, and buries her hands in my hair. She tugs, and I can’t get enough.

“Oh God,” she moans.

We’ll talk about that later. My name is the only one she should be calling out for. Me. Her husband. Her walls contract around my finger, so I slide in another, and curl them slightly. Out of nowhere, she cries out, and her arousal flows across my tongue.

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